Kurt watched this familiar spectacle unfold, completely speechless.
Slowly, he turned head to look at the Dorm Mother behind the counter, expecting her to call for order. Instead, the sweet elderly woman was just beaming with a deeply pleased expression as she rested her chin on her hand.
"Oh, it is so wonderful to see the children so lively and energetic before the tournament."
Then, the sea of dramatic students parted as three distinct individuals marched forward to block his path. They stood in a rigid, unmoving line, looking like the ultimate tier of academic outcasts.
The one on the left was chubby, wearing a uniform that looked a size too small
The one on the right was incredibly lanky, resembling a wooden pole.
And the leader in the middle wore a pair of massive, thick square glasses that magnified his eyes to a comical degree. He pushed said glasses up the bridge of his nose, reflecting a glint of self-righteous fury off the lenses.
